I became light in American comics.

Chapter 650 Omnipotent

Planet Daily, top floor.

"Ha, you're here."

Louise pushed open the door, walked up the stairs to the rooftop, and immediately saw her Superman boyfriend Clark sitting on the edge of the rooftop with his legs dangling in the air.

The wind was howling today, making his tie flutter. A huge golden planet decoration slowly rotated on the roof behind him.

Jimmy said you came upstairs.

Louise walked up behind him and gently embraced him.

"What? Missing the feeling of looking down at this city?"

"Indeed, yes."

Clark sighed softly, picked up his lunch sandwich, and took a bite.

This is a sandwich from his favorite restaurant, the closest to the taste of his mother's cooking from his childhood memories. But for him, eating was more of a ritual than a simple act of filling his stomach and replenishing his energy, like most people do.

For Superman, this made him feel more like a human being.

But today was different. Today might be the first time in his life that he was reminded of mealtime by hunger as it approached. He could feel his stomach churning on an empty stomach, which was quite unusual.

"So you just have to sit on the railing all the time?"

Louise sat down next to him and smiled.

"Do I need to remind you what would happen if you jumped off this building right now?"

"No. I can feel my ability to fly disappearing, like a broken wing. I just want to remember this feeling of ascending."

He sighed and took off his thick glasses.

"But in the end, everything just kept reminding me that I no longer have superpowers."

"Wait, you wouldn't..."

Louise unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his undershirt. It was still that blue uniform, with that prominent "S" mark.

"You're still wearing it?" Louise asked in surprise.

"I'm just used to it, you know?" Clark took two steps back and undone his shirt. "Losing these things feels a bit disorienting."

"Don't explain all this to me," Louise laughed. "Don't worry about Metropolis, she'll be fine. Besides, who knows how long you'll last? Maybe your abilities will be back by tomorrow morning."

Trust my experience, everything will be alright.

Saint Priscilla, Bain's villa.

The enormous long table was meticulously arranged, covered with a pristine white tablecloth and set with a variety of exquisite cutlery and wine glasses. The silver cutlery gleamed alluringly under the lights, and the stemmed glasses were filled with vibrant red wine.

Seated around the perimeter were guests from all over the world. There was a bearded man in Middle Eastern attire, a tycoon from some unknown city's underworld family, and a super criminal in outlandish clothing.

The lights swirled, their brilliance reflecting the starlight, as the band played an exciting melody that resonated in the sea breeze.

"Thank you all for your generosity. Without any of you, our business would not be so successful."

Bain delivered a speech as the moderator.

"And at the same time, my laboratory is refining the next batch of goods for you. Please enjoy your meal first, and we can go on a tour after dinner—"

boom!

Before he could finish speaking, a roar interrupted his speech. The entire island seemed to tremble violently, as if it were about to sink into the sea.

Bain's expression changed slightly, and he immediately kicked the door open and left.

"That's right, I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later," he said coldly. "I knew he would come eventually."

When everyone followed him outside, they were astonished to see a burning bat in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by a sea of ​​fire that illuminated the night as if it were daytime.

The businessmen and tycoons hid in the back, but some thugs and supervillains who had been in the underworld for years followed him out, their eyes all fixed on the burning bat.

It was like a business card, a challenge, declaring war on them.

"Batman!"

Some people's expressions changed drastically, as if just mentioning this name made them tremble with fear.

"It's him, he's here!"

"Calm down," someone said. "There are so many of us here. Even Batman, do you think he can take us all down before he runs out of energy?"

"Hmph, you've come at the perfect time."

A burly man took two steps forward, clenching his fists and cracking his bones.

"I've been wanting to meet Batman for a while now, if I ever get the chance. Everyone raves about him, but I doubt it."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, and after a moment of stunned silence, they turned their heads and looked again, only to find that the very person who had just been there, right under their noses, had vanished without a trace.

This greatly alarmed the criminals.

What kind of technique is this? A method of vaporizing a living person?

Did Batman use this move before?

They moved at a speed impossible to see, flashing by like ghosts. Each time, it was as if death itself was calling out to the dead; after the black whirlwind passed, one or two people would vanish into thin air.

Within three seconds, the criminals were terrified.

No, even horror movies don't follow this formula!

In horror movies, aren't they always about people being stranded on a deserted island, disappearing one by one starting with the lone member? Or at least, when things get really out of hand, they wait until everyone else turns around before sneaking in from a blind spot, right?

That guy just snatched it right out of the crowd!

Bain's eyes widened as an unpleasant memory involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

That was one of the countless times he clashed with Batman during his career as a supervillain in Gotham.

That was Batman's sudden return after a period of absence; when he reappeared, he was like a completely different person. He was as fast as a ghost, elusive and incredibly strong, like Superman.

To this day, it's still a nightmare.

However, when they fought again after that, Batman seemed to have returned to normal. So Bane later speculated that either Batman had taken some experimental drug or hidden device, or Batman was away on business and had Superman impersonate him at the Justice League.

It's back, that feeling is back!

"Very good, Bat. You've gotten stronger again."

Bane's warrior blood was churning. He took a step forward, his voice icy.

"Then let's see! Is it your new power, or my venom?"

Bang.

Before he could finish speaking or even see who it was, a fist slammed into his face. Bain's mouth twisted, and he was sent flying, crashing through several walls before spinning and slamming headfirst into the ground on the other side of the island.

When he got up, covered in dust and dirt, he saw Batman standing in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Bain spat out a mouthful of blood, mud, and broken teeth, and mumbled, "You didn't say a word, Bat. But I could sense it, and I was shocked."

Because I can feel that this is really you, my adversary who has been fighting against me for many years, not just anyone wearing that outfit.

No, it's not about the power to make you stronger, but about your inner self. You know what that feels like—you finally feel like you don't have to suppress yourself anymore; you can freely release and embrace the power, ultimately becoming the next Bane.

"Very well, very well then, come on, take me down!"

He roared and charged forward like a ferocious beast making a desperate gamble.

All Batman did was throw a punch.

A muffled thud as the air exploded, a transparent shockwave bursting forth. Space trembled, accompanied by a series of buzzing sounds.

Bane collapsed, his head lolling to one side, venom gushing out.

Batman stood beside him, watching silently.

Now he can hear every sound, see everything, and go anywhere.

But no one noticed that beneath the mask, a barely perceptible tear fell from the corner of the eye of the dark knight who stood like the Terminator, his back like a devil.

"Dad, Mom, I finally..."

"I finally have the power to save everyone."

(End of this chapter)